The moon, almost full,
Cuts a white hole in the indigo night sky, like a child with scissors.
A finite black, papery disc flutters fast, unnoticed, out of sight.
Like confetti on New Year’s Eve,
The brilliant cut no longer contained,
Spills in-falling particles of light.
The dark sapphire sea scintillates.
In a sequined dress, it dances in great waves to the moon’s lead
In the spot of light, shimmies and shakes,
A great lustrous, ebony muscle under a skin of satin glass,
Billing a holiday mood.
Shhhhish Shahhh Ahhhhh Haa, Shhhhish Shahhh Ahhhhh Haa
What a party.
I watch from my window.
From infinitely far into the future,
One at a time, they come rolling in,
Out from that soft blurred navy line,
Regular patrons of a smokey night club.
An eternal flood of guests heady and boisterous,
Their steady rumpus, sounding,
Like the static of an old radio played between stations.
As they arrive
White crested black tides,
I make out the smooth, shore sound of each of them
CHAHH Shhhhshahh Ahhhh
Some louder than others, but collectively
A deafening din.
I am a child of this Moon and Sea duet
Jazzed with fresh salted air
If not for standing in the shadows
Aside soft billowing bedroom curtains
Stealing entry to a brilliant show,
To strip clean and swim in the ancient memory of my beginnings.
At this curvature of space, this bridge in the cosmos,
I am quick and nimble, finding the discarded black hole
Fitting it into place, pasting it in, like closing my curtains,
Turning my back on possibilities too great to consider.
I climb into a soft, cloudy bed
Romanced and dreamy-eyed by the pas de deux,
I fall asleep.
18 September 2013